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CHAPTER 281
Darian Kael’s presence seemed to pull the oxygen from the room. The cameras, still live, shifted away from the trembling Quentin and Malcolm to this new figure who carried himself with quiet confidence and a polished threat lingering in his tone. Javier stood his ground, his posture loose, his expression unchanged. But behind his eyes, calculations moved rapidly.Valeria’s gaze sharpened as she stood beside her husband, hand subtly curling around his wrist in silent warning. Heather, from her perch on the upper balcony, was already scanning through files on her tablet, trying to pull any accessible data on Darian Kael and the Syndicate.“I don’t recall seeing your name on the guest list,” Javier said mildly, his voice smooth as glass.Darian offered a tight smile, taking another few steps forward, his polished shoes clicking softly on the marble floor. “That’s because I don’t need an invitation to clean up a mess.”The crowd, previously gasping at the takedown of Quentin and Malcolm,
CHAPTER 280
The grand ballroom of the Valemont Hotel pulsed with luxury—golden chandeliers, classical string quartets, and laughter from some of the most powerful business figures in Europe. The charity gala was a spectacle of opulence, tailored suits and diamond-studded gowns parading across marble floors. But beneath the glamorous surface, a different current churned—an invisible war teetering on the edge of eruption.Javier Everhart arrived precisely as scheduled, dressed in a simple, impeccably tailored black suit. No fanfare, no entourage, just quiet authority. He walked unnoticed through the lobby at first, a few disdainful glances tossed his way by those mistaking him for a lower-tier guest. Snide whispers followed.“Must’ve wandered in from the street,” a young investor muttered to his date.“Or maybe looking for leftovers in the kitchen,” she giggled.Javier didn’t react. He walked straight through, calm, expressionless. The insult was familiar, expected even.At the check-in table, a yo
CHAPTER 279
Javier stood by the window of the penthouse suite, the distant glow of Marseille’s skyline stretching before him. His reflection was calm, the cool steel in his eyes betraying nothing of the storm gathering beneath his composed exterior. Valeria stood at the far side of the room, phone pressed to her ear as she coordinated the next security shift. Heather sat nearby, fingers typing rapidly on her tablet, monitoring every movement tied to Quentin Hawthorne’s convoy.“They’ll make a scene,” Valeria said sharply after ending her call. She walked toward Javier. “Quentin is not coming to negotiate. He’s coming to tear you apart in front of the global board.”Javier’s lips barely moved. “Let him try.”Heather’s tone remained clinical as she spoke up, “Quentin’s people have already infiltrated the conference’s hospitality arrangements. Two floor managers, several catering staff, and at least three private security contractors have been bought.”Javier’s voice remained calm. “Replace them.”“
CHAPTER 278
The atmosphere in the Everhart executive suite thickened, the quiet hum of the city far below contrasting with the sharp tension in the room. Javier stood at the center, his expression unchanging, but his posture sharpened with every new revelation. Valeria remained at his side, flipping through decrypted documents on her device, while Heather’s voice filled the room with a steady stream of updates.“Sir, Nicholas just confirmed preliminary findings on Project Sable,” Heather said, her tone clipped, professional. “It dates back eight years—initiated by a covert coalition of high-tier executives, including Langston, Morsetti, and… Quentin Hawthorne.”Valeria’s brow furrowed. “Eight years? That predates your acquisition of Everhart Holdings.”Heather nodded. “Exactly. It was an off-the-books operation—illicit trafficking through shell corporations, leveraged blackmail, political manipulation… but here’s the worst of it.”Javier’s gaze didn’t shift. “Go on.”Heather’s fingers danced acro
CHAPTER 277
Quentin Hawthorne’s heavy steps echoed through the ballroom, slicing through the tense atmosphere like a knife. The murmurs from the crowd turned into uneasy silence as the man approached—his tailored black suit crisp, every movement calculated, his sharp gaze never leaving Javier.Valeria’s fingers tightened slightly around Javier’s arm, but Javier didn’t flinch. His calm, composed demeanor never wavered.“Quentin,” Javier greeted simply, voice cool and neutral.Quentin stopped a few feet away, offering a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Impressive show tonight,” he said smoothly, voice laced with veiled mockery. “Toppling Morsetti… exposing the rats in the room… I almost applaud you.”Javier’s expression remained steady, not a trace of pride or arrogance. “It’s not applause I’m after.”“Oh, I know.” Quentin’s jaw tensed. “You want a purge… but I wonder, Javier, do you realize whose toes you’ve been stepping on?”Heather, standing behind Javier, shifted slightly, her tablet still a
CHAPTER 276
Alexander Morsetti’s heavy footsteps echoed in the tense ballroom as he strode confidently through the sea of silent onlookers. His expression was one of manufactured arrogance, but Javier noticed it instantly—tight jaw, restless fingers, eyes that darted to exits. The man wasn’t as steady as he pretended to be.Javier stood still, hands relaxed in front of him, Valeria calmly at his side. He didn’t blink as Morsetti stopped a few paces away.“Well,” Morsetti sneered, “looks like you’ve caused quite the scene, Everhart. Humiliating your peers in public? I expected you to be classier.”The room collectively tensed, expecting Javier to snap, but he remained perfectly composed.“Class,” Javier said quietly, “is not something measured by noise or theatrics… but by truth.”Heather stepped forward, tablet in hand. “The financial data has already been forwarded to the Swiss authorities. Solera Investments’ shell accounts have been flagged, and the Internal Commission will review every transa
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